Horror – The Drabblecast

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Horror – The Drabblecast

Strange Stories, By Strange Authors, for Strange Listeners

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    Drabblecast 342 – I’m Bill Kurtis

    Nate had expected the first serial killer. In fact the first thing he’d said to Kelly once their Ford rolled to a stop on the shoulder was, “This is serial killer country. We’re finished.” She made scaredy-cat eyes and drew a finger across her throat. “Finished,” he enunciated. She’d heard his bake before, something to […]

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    Drabblecast 341- The Litany of Earth

    After a year in San Francisco, my legs grew strong again. A hill and a half lay between the bookstore where I found work and the apartment I shared with the Kotos. Every morning and evening I walked, breathing mist and rain into my desert-scarred lungs, and every morning the walk was a little easier. […]

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    Drabblecast 338 – The Crevasse

    What he loved was the silence, the pristine clarity of the ice shelf: the purposeful breathing of the dogs straining against their traces, the hiss of the runners, the opalescent arc of the sky. Garner peered through shifting veils of snow at the endless sweep of glacial terrain before him, the wind gnawing at him, […]

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    Drabblecast 337 – The Only Game in Town

    Walking back up the road toward home, I saw Rich Hartzell locking up his cabin. His car was stuffed to the roof with cardboard boxes and black trash bags; only the driver’s seat was empty.             The Only Game in Town by Desmond Warzel   Walking back up the road […]

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    Drabblecast 336 – The Mouth of God

    There’s a dream you have. It’s not a proper dream. It’s impatient, fired with urgency. It arrives without warning, veering suddenly out of the night. You’re kneeling on the bridge. It’s late afternoon. Clouds mass low in the sky, seagulls wheel over the bridge spans, humidity hangs thick in the air. Cars speed by on […]

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    Drabblecast 334 – The Colour Out of Space

    West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut. There are dark narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glint of sunlight. On the gentler slopes there are farms, ancient and rocky, with squat, […]

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    Drabblecast 333 – After the Cure

    I was shot with the cure in the dark. Later, someone would tell me it was a Tuesday, but before the tranq dart I didn’t know such a thing existed. It was either day or night, hungry or sated, alive or dead. Then there was the cure and I was hauled to the Sanitation Center […]

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    Drabblecast 324 – The Ball Room

    I’m not employed by the store. They don’t pay my wages. I’m with a security firm, but we’ve had a contract here for a long time, and I’ve been here for most of it. This is where I know people. I’ve been a guard in other places—still am, occasionally, on short notice—and until recently I […]

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    Drabblecast 323 – Missed Connection

    Lawson was already regretting the decision to go shopping by the time he was standing in line waiting to buy a ticket for the tube. All but one of the time- and labour-saving automatic ticket dispensers was either closed or unable to give change, and it was all he could do not to let out […]

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    Drabblecast 321 – The Goat Cutter

    The devil lives in Houston by the ship channel in a high-rise apartment fifty-seven stories up. They say he’s got cowhide sofas and a pinball machine and a telescope in there that can see past the oil refineries and across Pasadena all the way to the Pope in Rome and on to where them Arabs […]

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    Drabblecast 299 – The Revelation of Morgan Stern

    It is July 31, your birthday, and I can’t reach you. I’ve been trying all day, but the cell networks are down, the internet is down. I even tried a pay phone–there are two left in town that I know of, and I collected all of my change and walked to the 76 in the […]

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    Drabblecast 294 – Partial Inventory

    The air conditioning only worked when the speedometer crept past 70 MPH which the lumbering GMC van (on loan from a friend of a friend who took pity on the family and their situation) rarely did. November in the South is hardly hot, but thirteen hours in any vehicle with nearly a half dozen relatives […]

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    Drabblecast 291 – The Lurking Fear

    There was thunder in the air on the night I went to the deserted mansion atop Tempest Mountain to find the lurking fear. I was not alone, for foolhardiness was not then mixed with that love of the grotesque and the terrible which has made my career a series of quests for strange horrors in […]

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    Drabblecast 287 – Sweetie

    Audiences have so little respect, these days. Admittedly, my little travelling show isn’t what it once was. We’ve been on the road for a long, long time. But I like to think that for the discerning customer, we still provide value for money. An experience you can’t get from the computer screen–the modern freakshow–despite all […]

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    Drabblecast 268 – I Only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee

    Whatever you do, don’t call me Ishmael. Don’t call me anything at all. Give me my pint of piss-poor ale and leave me be in this yellowed corner where men relieve themselves when they are too lazy to make three extra stumbling steps to the streets of Nantucket. I am done. Finished. Come to this […]

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    Drabblecast 251 – The Music of Erich Zann

    My room was on the fifth story; the only inhabited room there, since the house was almost empty. On the night I arrived I heard strange music from the peaked garret overhead, and the next day asked old Blandot about it. He told me it was an old German viol-player, a strange dumb man who […]

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    Drabblecast 221 – Year of the Rabbit

    It used to be that the sun would go down and the streetlamps would come on and make pools of this wet, yellow light. No matter where you stood, you could see the lights on somewhere. You could run from streetlamp to streetlamp and you could look down the streets and you’d never drown in […]

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    Drabblecast 216 – The Book of Eternity

    His name was Marvin Kasselmeier, though he changed it to Marcus Magnus because he thought it sounded more impressive. He’d been a bright student, solitary and humorless, with no friends, and a single obsession: he wanted to live forever… Is eternal life real worth it? A demonic tale from Mike Resnick explores the question in the […]

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    Drabblecast 213 – The Haunter of the Dark

    I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim— Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre or name… To kick of Lovecraft Month Norm once again reads an H.P. Lovecraft classic.

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    Drabblecast 209 – Babyhead

    Cynthia couldn’t explain what she’d just seen in the vegetable patch. She didn’t want to look again. She considered going back into the house, crawling back into bed with Mikey, and putting it down as a beer-inspired dream. But that pinkish dome with the fuzzy down had felt soft under her fingers, and there had […]

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    Drabblecast 199 – In the Octopus’s Garden

    I woke to this new darkness, swirling about me. A phrase sticking in my mind — “Lazarus Syndrome.” What happened to people when they had died, but, for some reason, some lack of death’s completion — some unfinished business — had rejoined the living. In this episode of the Drabblecast, with a theme ‘Control,’ Norm […]

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    Drabblecast 197 – Death Comes But Twice

    As always, he took delight in my interest in the scientific pursuits. ‘My assistant took the journey yesterday, by way of a shot to the heart. Prior to that, our trials on convicts included strangling, drowning, and beheading. By Jove! That reanimation was a sight to see…

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    Drabblecast 194 – A Distant Sound of Hammers

    The horn blares and the red light floods down over the Cragmer’s Slaughter House sign and thirty feet below me the gates part wide like a huge and starving mouth. Then pours forth the herd…

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    Drabblecast 186 – Garkain

    His home is in the dense jungle along the banks of the Liverpool River. Should anyone venture into that jungle Garkain, who can fly as well as walk, will wrap himself around the intruder, and smother him with the loose folds of skin which are attached to his arms and legs. —Charles P. Mountford, The […]

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    Drabblecast 178 – The Tentacled Sky

    The note itself simply read, “TUESDAY 7:13 PM”. Unsigned, undated, unadorned. Stuck into my door, just above the latch where I’d be sure to find the note immediately upon my return from my errands about the city…

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    Drabblecast 177 – Floaters

    That’s when I saw it. A thing — no, not even a thing, just an impression of a thing; a momentary imperfection in that seamless blue — that teased at the edge of my vision. My eye flicked toward it, but it either whipped away faster than the eye could follow or it hadn’t really […]

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    Drabblecast 176 – Cinderlands

    Dexter crouched beneath the toxic fruit trees in his grassless back yard, turning over black earth with the spade he’d taken from the old man, and every shovelful revealed worse things: clumps of cinders and the dust of ashes; rusting nails, practically dripping tetanus; wickedly-curved shards of brown glass; bullets of various sizes, crusted with […]

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    Drabblecast 175 – The Outsider

    Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books. Such a lot the gods gave to me – to me, the dazed, the disappointed; the barren, the […]

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    Drabblecast 168 – Route Nine

    Two years ago it must’ve been. Me and Manny and a couple of the other boys — Carlos and T-Bone — met up at the last Dairy Queen outside of Lompoc. Manny was going on at me about that shortcut I liked, Route Nine. “I’m telling you that place is God-awful weird, Joe.”

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    Drabblecast 126 – Dagon

    As I crawled into the stranded boat I realized that only one theory could explain my position. Through some unprecedented volcanic upheaval, a portion of the ocean floor must have been thrown to the surface, exposing regions which for innumerable millions of years had lain hidden under unfathomable watery depths…

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    Drabblecast 87 – The Box Born Wraith

    “I don’t want to die in the dark!” “We all die in the dark, Benny…” Norm spends this episode doing his very best cheesy Vincent Price styled horror show host (Note: not a Vincent Price imitation, but an imitation of a really bad Vincent Price imitator), complete with an interminable string of puns about “ghouls” […]

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    Drabblecast 77 – Permanent Detention

    “But Dad, he scares me….” “I don’t care if he’s got three eyes and tentacles.  He’s your teacher and you need to pass his class.  Case closed…” High school horrors delight us in this episode. In the news, we learn that Bigfoot is dead, if he was ever alive, which he might not have been, […]

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    Drabblecast 68 – The Wiggly People

    Uncle Karl shouts when he’s mad, and sometimes he smacks Mama.  That always makes the sharp things hurt me and the wiggly people come out… On this episode of the Drabblecast, a dark tale from favorite author Eugie Foster. A troubled youth, a view in to his chaotic mind, and deeply effected life. Shake hands […]

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    Drabblecast 65 – Old Clara’s Favorites

    Old Clara only bought gourds.  God only knew why, and folks weren’t asking themselves.  Not that Clara would have answered…

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    Drabblecast 62 – Sizzle

    Insanity wears many masks…

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    Drabblecast 59 – The Interview

    “Your son appears to be quite exceptional, Mrs. Warren,” Dr. Ethridge said, looking up through wire-framed glasses from the test results on his desk. “He has the gift.”

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    Drabblecast 54 – Unholy Fruit

    The demon oranges- one for every tree in Roland’s orchard – appeared on an otherwise average Tuesday morning…

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    Drabblecast 51 – Crimson

    What wonders my kin saw as the passed away, none living will ever know.  Only those willing to taste the waters see as they did.  Only those willing to taste the waters die with their eyes open…

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    Drabblecast 40 – Marbles

    “Michael…” his mother said, smiling and bending toward him. “Don’t you think we should invite your new neighbor over to play?” In Drabble News:  the field of Taxidermy triumphs with the successful recovery of a famous cryptozoological (mystery) animal. This week’s Drabble, “Shark attack,” provides a surprising role reversal. The feature story, also by author […]

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    Drabblecast 35 – The Guilt Trader

    The rocking of the train soon lulled Patience into a deep sleep, and when Brian noticed her unconscious state he moved over opposite Eddie and asked, “So Eddie, what’s in the bag?  It has a rather unpleasant odor…”

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    Drabblecast 34 – The Suit

    I watched him traverse the crowded room. He seemed physically different.  It was not his attire, for that was unchanged.  He was in the same ice-cream white suit….

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    Drabblecast 28 – The Hog-Faced Man

    I listened to my father talk about the hog-faced man who came into his hospital room and stood at the foot of his bed. “What does he say to you?” I asked. My father turned his head and looked at me. “He tells me he’s too early…” On this episode of the Drabblecast, a spooky, […]

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    Drabblecast 23 – Momentum

    Even after it really hit the fan out there, Dwight never ventured far from the carnival grounds.  His fellow carneys had all left in search of family members to be with. But Dwight’s family was still here…

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    Drabblecast 10 – A Little Black Death

    He kept them in jars in his garage.  Row after row of mayonnaise jars, each one containing a small, shiny blob of instant death…. In its tenth episode, the Drabblecast presents Lance Arthur’s story ‘A Little Black Death’ – a spider story, not recommended for the squeamish. Norm encourages listeners to vote in the Super […]

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    Drabblecast 9 – Vengeance at 4 a.m.

    Rushing to clean the house before Aunt Mary comes home, April and her sister realize that Grandpa’s old clock is broken… Episode 9 of the Drabblecast brings us ‘Vengeance at 4 a.m.’ by Lindsey Anderson – a deathly tale of heirlooms and eternally grumpy grandparents. Norm encourages listeners to vote in the Super Animal Deathmatch.

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